Scustin – Confessions Of A Pub Talker: Album Review
Scustin venerate Ireland’s pub culture in funk, disco, rock and spoken word. It’s hard-hitting, hilarious and hits out at targets way beyond the sanctity of the pub.
Scustin venerate Ireland’s pub culture in funk, disco, rock and spoken word. It’s hard-hitting, hilarious and hits out at targets way beyond the sanctity of the pub.
Warsaw 480km is the debut LP from Irish quintet pôt-pot, who infuse the propulsive grooves of krautrock with a phosphorescent psych-rock radiance, all underscored by harmonium drones, hypnotic male-female vocal harmonies, and deep layers of rough-hewn texture.
The Bar-Steward Sons Of Val Doonican return…with a new line up and a wonderful mix of brand new songs for your aural pleasure.
Simply stunning, Kim Carnie’s gauntlet may be unassailable.
Conceived and recorded on a narrowboat on the River Thames in Rural Oxfordshire, Cast Through The Mistletoe Tree transports the listener far away from the tribulations of the modern world.
Grift pays off, as Grimm shows off that the art of politicised singer-songwriting is anything other than redundant.
Emma Swift returns with The Resurrection Game; her first collection of original songs after her selection of brilliant Dylan covers.
Popol Vuh, a band that continue to influence, have two of their classic albums remastered and reissued via Cherry Red Records.
The hors d’oeuvres keep on coming. Appaloosa is the third taster for the forthcoming album from Nashville duo Haunted Like Human.
Hawkwind in exclesis. Mister Tayler does another sterling job in enhancing an iconic album from ’74.
Jo Quail brings new compositions of unique, classical and progressive music. How does Notan stack up?
Second full-length album from indie folkie, Hazlett explores themes of self-preservation, distance, yearning and quiet hope – via a collection of sonic postcards.
The sound of a band rediscovering their fire. Shame return with Cutthroat.
The latest release from the indie-folk lamenting sound of Big Thief offers sumptuous servings of stirring music.
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